he wanted up the stairs
the polished marble stairs
though nothing was there
except strands of golden hair
which cried beware beware
there is nothing here
go back now do not stare
for your desires no one cares
still he asks are you there
were you there are you there
then listens to the silent air
to melodies vaguely clear
no doubt’s cast too sincere
to catch his tone deaf ear
(December 11, 2015)
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